Solomon and The Temple of Baal At Palmyra

April 18, 2016 at 8:05 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Solomon and The Temple of Baal At Palmyra

“And Solomon built Tadmor in the wilderness, and all the store cities, which he built in Hamath.”

-II Chronicles 8:4

“When he (Solomon) had therefore built this city, and encompassed it with very strong walls, he gave it the name Tadmor; and that is the name it is still called by at this day among the Syrians; but the Greeks name it Palmyra.”

-Josephus, Antiquities of The Jews Book VIII, 6:1

“Palmyra was in ancient times an important city of central Syria, located in an oasis 215 kilometers northeast of Damascus and 120 kilometers southwest of the Euphrates. It has long been a vital caravan city for travelers crossing the Syrian desert and was known as the Bride of the Desert. The Greek name for the city Palmyra is a translation of its original Aramaic name Tadmor which means “palm tree”. Tadmor is today the name of a small city next to the ancient ruins of Palmyra and is heavily dependent on tourism. The ancient site of Palmyra is itself an UNESCO World Heritage Site.”

-Tourist Brochure About Palmyra, Syria prior to the outbreak of the Syrian Civil War in 2011.

King Solomon stood and surveyed the city that he was building- the city of Tadmor (the city that would later be called by the Greeks Palmyra).

Night was approaching.

A full moon was rising.

A beautiful dark-haired dark skinned and dark eyed woman approached him.

She was wearing a beautiful purple evening dress- slit at the sides and low-cut at the front.

A necklace of diamonds cut in the shape and form of human skulls hung around her neck.

“Thou art Solomon the wisest of the wise?” She asked as she stood before him.

“I am,” Solomon answered.

“I am Allatallahbel the Priestess of Baal,” she curtsied in front of him making sure he caught a glimpse of her ample and succulent breasts.

“What can I do for you, Allatallahbel?” Solomon shifted uncomfortably in his robes.

“I wish you to build in this city a temple to Baal that’s as splendid as your Temple to your god Yahweh in your city of Jerusalem,” she answered.

“Well,” he answered, “why should I do that?”.

“This night, I shall give you six hundred and sixty-six good reasons why you should do that,” she approached and rubbed her thigh against his.

“Six hundred and sixty-six eh?” Solomon breathed deeply, “that’s a lot of reasons.”

The next morning after Allatallahbel had given Solomon her 666 reasons, she stroked his head in her arms, “Art thou convinced?”.

“I am,” Solomon had to agree.

“Any other woman give you so many reasons to do something?” Allatallahbel laughed.

“One,” Solomon answered.

“Really?” Allatallahbel became jealous, “who?”.

“Her name was Isis,” Solomon recalled, “she was the wife of the architect Hiram Abiff who helped build my Temple.”

(For more on Isis and who Hiram Abiff really was, please read:


“I see,” Allatallahbel stared angrily at the morning sunrise.

“Art thou angry?” Solomon kissed her on the lips, “let me show you my master mason’s tool again. That should make you happy.”

“You say her name is Isis?” Allatallahbel ate some lobster which she gave to Solomon and he likewise did eat even though it was forbidden him as an Israelite to do so.

“Yes,” Solomon nodded.

After she had eaten the lobster meat, Allatallahbel stood and showed her magnificent nude form and then spake and prophesied, “This magnificent Temple to Baal that you shall build in this city, o Solomon, one day replicas to it shall be built in cities all over the world and then Baal shall come.”

“Really?” Solomon rubbed what he felt was an itchy invisible third eye in his forehead.

“Yes, and it will all be due to…” Allatallahbel laughed.

“Due to who?” Solomon asked.

“Due to ISIS,” Allatallahbel laughed like the demons of Hell, “Thou evil woman, who darest to trespass on what should have been mine, thy name shall be as mud and darkened and vilified.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 18th

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King Solomon’s Treasure

February 13, 2015 at 8:39 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

King Solomon’s Treasure

The Mossad agent they called the Controller of The Golem was going to the site of an Israeli archaeological dig.

Normally an archaeological dig wasn’t considered a matter of Israeli national security but this was an exception namely because of what was found and where the dig was clandestinely taking place at a very politically and religiously sensitive site.

The discovery itself had been made in a deep subterranean cavern at the site on June 6th of last year at the ungodly hour of 6 AM.

News of the find had still not been made public for obvious reasons.

Aside from those working on the dig (who had been sworn to secrecy), very few in Israel actually knew of the find.

The President of Israel and the Prime Minister of Israel knew of the find.

Most of the Israeli cabinet itself did not.

Most of those in government did not know of the find.

Most of those in the Israeli Army did not know of the find.

Most of those in the Israeli intelligence community did not.

The Controller of The Golem himself did not know of it until New Year’s Day this year.

He was assigned to check it out and oversee the final cataloging of the items that were found.

. . .

The subterranean cavern itself was large and spacious.

It would have to be.

Considering what it contained.

“So as you can see,” the team’s head archaeologist Dr. Samuel Reubenstein told the Controller of the Golem, “modern biblical scholarship which had maintained that the claim ‘he was the richest man who had ever lived’ was just an exaggeration and a myth will itself have to be rewritten.”

“How much would you say all this stuff is worth?” The Controller of the Golem asked as he looked at the huge quantity of valuables that quite literally went on for miles and miles in the long extensive cavern.

“At today’s market value,” Dr. Reubenstein replied, “Trillions and trillions and trillions. Would definitely make Bill Gates look like a pauper by comparison at any rate.”

The Controller of The Golem shook his head in disbelief at what he was seeing…

… King Solomon’s treasures.

. . .

As Pope Francis prayed in the chapel, he was haunted by a thought which had entered his mind yesterday and seemed to linger there ever since.

Had the Consecration of Russia been properly done like what was requested by the Blessed Virgin Mary at Fatima in 1917?

The world had been consecrated to Mary’s Immaculate Heart several times but never Russia specifically by name.

Mary had told Sister Lucy (the only one of the 3 shepherd children at Fatima who had lived on into adulthood) that the Consecration would eventually be done but that it would be late.

What, Francis wondered, did She mean by late?

What would have happened that would cause one to think it had been done late?

How late?

Too late?

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin sat in his office in the Kremlin at night.

It was late.

He looked at the old clock ticking on the wall.

Very late.

He looked outside the window of his Kremlin office and took in the night sky over Moscow with its intense darkness.

Too late.

The Russian President rubbed his eyes and looked at the document in front of him.

The document that told the state of the Russian economy as it truly was.

It was even worse than what the government had admitted in public through the media.

Western sanctions.

And the drastic fall in oil prices.

Together the two had dealt a crippling blow to the Russian economy from which the country might not recover for a very very long time.

And what would this do to his place in history?

That he would not be recognized as the truly great leader that Vladimir Putin knew in his heart that he truly was?

Putin took another document from his folder.

This one from a sleeper agent.

Russia had had sleeper agents in various countries throughout the world for a very very long time now.

Since the days of Lenin and Stalin and the old Soviet Union.

This document was from a long-time sleeper agent in the State of Israel.

One who had worked his way up to a position of very great trust and high responsibility within the Israeli state.

With access to all of Israel’s deepest and darkest secrets.

The Russian President looked at the photos in the document.

And seethed with jealousy at the items he saw that had been found in this unpublicized Israeli archaeological dig.

Putin felt extremely covetous at what he saw.

The words of Britain’s great World War II statesmen Sir Winston Churchill went through his mind, “Desperate times require desperate measures.”

He walked over to another desk while still holding the document with the photos and remained oblivious to the fact that the beautifully arranged lilies of the field flowers in pots on this desk had died due to the fact he had never bothered to water them.

Lilies of the field of whom a Man a long long time ago had said, “I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

. . .

Ripped pages of an old Bible (that had been given intact to a homeless man by a western missionary) blew along the streets of Moscow.

The man had used the pages of the Bible to make himself a fire.

Some of the ripped pages had blown away in a sudden wind and were being carried through the streets of the Russian capital.

A scrap of paper bearing part of a verse from Ezekiel Chapter 38 verse 13 blew against the window of Putin’s Kremlin office as he gazed down on the world in eaglesque fashion like a Roman Emperor of old.

The Russian leader was oblivious to the scrap of paper that was held by the wind against the window for a minute.

The words on the scrap of paper that read, “Art thou come to take a spoil? hast thou gathered thy company to take a prey? to carry away silver and gold, to take away cattle and goods, to take a great spoil?”.

The Russian leader then clenched his fists as his mind came to a firm and resolute decision on the matter.

The scrap of paper was then blown away by the wind in a southernly direction.

As if it was a tiny foreshadowing of a great tempest to come.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 13th

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